I'm really not a superman in Marvel

The confessional of a church.

"It's been too long since I came to confess."

Matt took off his sunglasses and began to talk to himself.

"My dad would take me to this church when I was little."

He slowly began to recall the past.

"He was a traditional boxer with more losses than wins, with a record of 24 wins and 31 losses during his lifetime."

Having said that, he blurted out a little excitedly:

"But he's tough. God, he's tough."

"Pay attention to the words!"

The priest on the side reminded me aloud.

"Sorry, Father."

Matt eased his emotions and continued to talk:
"His former opponents said hitting him was like hitting an oak tree."

He described his father sentence by sentence, as if the strong and tall man reappeared in front of him.

"When he lost, my dad's strategy was to hit anyone until they broke his hand."

Matt paused, a hearty smile spreading across his face.

"He's never been knocked out, my dad."

He continues.

"Of course he got knocked down, but he always got back up."

"When he loses, he always stands firm."

"But sometimes...sometimes, he gets beaten for a while..."

Matt's voice dropped.

"And then it just exploded."

Then he changed the subject.

"My grandma, she's a devout Catholic, very God-fearing, you'll like her."

"She said 'be careful with the Murdoch men, they have demons.'"

"Sometimes, you can see it."

Matt's eyes became colder a little bit.

"Just in the ring, his eyes suddenly turned cold."

"Started to walk forward slowly, with his hands on his sides, as if he was not afraid of anything. His opponent saw his expression and wanted to run away from him."

"My dad would grab an opponent, trap him in a corner, and unleash his demons."

At some point, Matt's tears dripped down silently.

"I didn't understand it at the time, I didn't understand what he was feeling deep down, at least not at the time."

After Matt finished speaking, he fell silent.

"Then do you understand now?"

The priest answered.

"Maybe it would be easier if you told me what you did."

Matt puts on his sunglasses.

"I don't want to confess my sins, Father, but I want your forgiveness..."

His face returned to expressionless.

"Things I'm going to do."

……

in a small alley.

Brown wore a mask and hat, and looked around furtively.

He is waiting.

Soon, a middle-aged man with a perverted face and a frivolous posture walked in.

"Brown?"

He looked at Brown and said, "Where's the stuff?"

Brown carefully observed the person coming, and shook his head.

"Where's the money?"

He spoke hoarsely.

"Here it is!"

The middle-aged man sneered.

"Aren't you quite able to carry it? I heard that you are the only tough one in this area? How did you behave yourself today?"

He sneered triumphantly, tossing a plastic bag to Brown.

"What about the stuff?"

Brown ignored the man's taunt, took the bag, tore it open and took a look.

After confirming that the money was all right, he took out a document bag from his pocket and handed it over.

"Why do you want to kill this woman?"

While the man was checking the documents, he still couldn't help but speak.

The man frowned, and said indifferently: "This is not your business."

"I'm a policeman!"

Brown replied in a low and serious voice.

Hearing this, the man laughed out loud as if he had heard a big joke.

"Yes, you are the police!"

He clapped his hands, pointed at Brown and said mockingly: "A good cop who conspired with the gangsters and sold other people's information!"

With blue veins on Brown's face, he suppressed his urge to draw his gun, and said bitterly:

"Just this time! Be careful in the future!"

"once?"

The middle-aged man sneered.

"Once there will be a second, a third... You know that? Brown, some things only have zero and an infinite number of times!"

He continued disdainfully:
"Or do you think that with the money, you can still be your good policeman?"

He laughed arrogantly.

"You have to remember that your handle has fallen into our hands! If you see me in the future, stay away from me!"

"Fack squid!"

Brown angrily took out his gun directly, pointed at the man and said angrily:

"Show me some respect! You piece of shit."

"hehe."

The man showed no fear, instead he pushed his head up.

"Shoot if you have the ability? See what will happen?"

Brown's hands trembled along with his face, but he still didn't fire the shot.

He no longer had the courage to shoot.

The years have eroded his fighting spirit and ideals, and he is no longer that passionate, indomitable young man.

Life has crushed his back, and he has decided to let go of his persistence in his old age and give his wife the dull and happy old age that he deserves.

The man sneered and turned his head to leave.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly flashed past.

The man groaned and fell to the ground.

"Who are you?"

Brown pointed his gun at the man in black in front of him, and panic rose in his heart.

"I'm Late Justice."

The man in black spoke.

Sure enough it was him!

The devil of Hell's Kitchen, the devil who punishes all evil!

Brown, who has been in Hell's Kitchen for many years, of course knows that rumor is true.

Even, he used to appreciate this guy's behavior very much.

Although as a police officer, it is a shame to have a good opinion of a vigilante, it means that someone is doing what is supposed to be done for them.

But this is Hell's Kitchen, and police justice cannot be carried out in this sinful land.

Only the devil can punish evil.

But now, Brown only feels chills all over his body.

Because, he has abandoned the justice that has been upheld for most of his life, and is heading towards the darkness that cannot be turned back.

"Bang bang bang!"

Brown shot, he had to kill this guy.

He can't fall here, his wife is still waiting for him at home.

But Daredevil reacted quickly, and a few dodges approached Brown.

With a bang, Brown, who was not as healthy as before, was knocked down by Daredevil.

"What are you going to do?"

Brown asked, gasping for breath.

Daredevil leaned forward, his voice low.

"Tell me, who are you working for?"

"I work for money!"

"Who!"

Daredevil punches Brown hard.

Brown screamed with a complicated expression.

"I can't say, you know, this place is all his people."

Brown finally spoke slowly.

"King of Hell's Kitchen? Kim Bin?"

Daredevil straight up
"Yes."

Daredevil slapped Old Brown's neck with a palm, only heard a muffled groan, and Brown passed out.

"Kim and..."